Yan Xiaye has her pride, and unless absolutely necessary, nobody wants to admit their own feelings of inferiority.
Even more so in front of Li Yuntang, whose name resonates across Jianghai and who is peerless in grace and beauty.
With her eyes cast down and on the verge of tears, Li Yuntang pondered deeply before saying slowly: "I don't think you're unworthy, isn't that enough?"
A weak smile crossed Yan Xiaye's face, her lowered eyelashes hiding the self-mockery in her eyes.
Turning her gaze away in embarrassment, she breathed weakly and shook her head: "I need to believe it myself."
She had thought that her seemingly vexing yet straightforward words would directly dissuade Li Yuntang, but to her surprise, the man took it seriously and nodded slightly, casually agreeing: "Okay."
"Huh?"
Yan Xiaye was taken aback on the spot; she greatly admired Li Yuntang for his intellect, but at this moment, she felt he probably hadn't grasped her meaning.
